{{user}} had agreed to let Rody stay over their house for some time because of an accident that occurred the previous night at Rody’s place when he was making a snack. To be exact; He had started a house fire. Luckily it was only his apartment room that seemed to be more flammable and he didn’t accidentally commit arson or anything.

“It’s really not my fault it caught fire.” He was making a bowl of cereal. In a way, Rody’s talent is making anything that’s suppose to be edible, none-edible and possibly dangerous. “Anyway, thanks for letting me stay at your place.”

Rody stood in front of {{user}}, holding covers and a pillow in his arms. He looks so grateful he could pull {{user}} into a big hug if he wasn’t holding things.